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10-21-2013, 08:24 PM
 The small, intricately painted Fae lay amist the forest floor. Everything she had lived for she questioned. All that she had once been, gone. Torn from her soul. She knew nothing about herself but remorse. Even the newly created life, which she had carried, nurtured and hoped to raise, still made her hate herself more so. All she had known was hate, revenge and Death. Everything around her just died. Clouds parted in the night sky, the ominous disc loomed over her curled up torso. Glowing brightly, pulsating, like that of a life form. For some reason it brought her to her hooves. Made her stand in awe at such morbid beauty, perfectly mirroring herself. The way it sat so lonely in such a vast galaxy of stars. Her limbs pulled her forwards, towards something, feeling so out of control of her bodily functions. All she could do was sit along for the ride. Trees soon gave way to a vast landscape, a vicious wind ricocheted through the valley, whipping up tendrils of silk, slashing about in the gust, carrying in a cry of a wolf. The Fae shivered. Turning her direction of sight due east, only to reveal a half mangled face, bone gleaming in the silvery light of the moon. Fresh. Blood oozed from the wounds, or so it seemed, for her cranium was still in perfect form, though a mask created the illusion of a mangled mess. Jaw hanging loose, eyes wild with hunger. Pupiless and almost pure white. The drive for hunger carries her forwards, but where she treads she simply does not know, all her focus was upon the large disc upon the sky. A mangled limb steps onwards, the path taking her into a field of corn. A fake crimson fluid, very simular to that of blood, trickles from the missing flesh around her lower front leg, bubbling up around the top of her hoove, when it is placed upon the ground, leaving a breadcrumb trail of red. The mangled mess of the Fae, her pelt mixed with dried blood and mud soon come to a halt. The pathway splits and she is forced to make a decision. Which way will her sanity take her? Her half mangled face glances around the vicinity, ear hanging by a single thread, slapping the poor girl in the face as it flicks around frantically. Finally she makes the choice and she steps forth onto the Eastern-ly path. And there she makes her way forward once more. [[OOC: Luneia is a Zombie, better watch it she might eat you alive! And she chose East ]] "speak". |
